movin
2017 to now
7 years
i’ve been reflecting a lot on the last 7 years of my life
14 to 21
i had no idea what was coming
the summer of 2017 was the summer before i entered high school
it was also the summer i went on a road trip from toronto to atlanta with my dad
home
what i didn’t know was that it would also be the last summer i’d see my grandad alive and that the next 7 years of my life id spend spiraling through life coming to grips with where i come from and where i’m going
back to 2017
memories fill my mind of ctrl by sza and love galore playing on the radio of my dad’s car as we curved around the appalachian mountains
a memory i’ll forever hold dearly
that summer i found home in a way that i didn’t know home existed
toccoa, georgia
one of the last conversations i had with grandad, he sat me down on the couch in their house and told me a lot of family history and what his life was like growing up in toccoa.
it was like he knew his time was running short and he had to make sure i knew before he left.
fast forward 7 years.
2024
well now i’m 21 and womp womp
you know what it’s not that bad
but when i think about 14 year old me i can’t help but think
my grandad also told me to be weary of organized religions (something he was very adamant about)
life moves on
life passes by but that day still feels like yesterday
movin
this coming september will be the first time since i was probably 3 or 4 that i won’t be in school
the structures (shackles) they have imposed on me are (will) all fall
emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
bob im trying
can we imagine education outside of their walls?
think about how much more we can learn when we don’t have paper thin palm colored lips whispering bullshit eugenic tales into our unorganized ears
organize organize organ eyes
pansexual pan-african socialist
i don’t exist in their eyes
Resist the occupier,
Reclaim the land,
Redistribute the resources.
d0 what u can
movin
doin what i can
learning from the past
trying to hold on to us as long as we can last
my ancestors watch over me
take me back to that house before everything had to make sense
grandma, grits, mac n cheese and thick southern accents
grandad, rocking chair, duct tape, checkers and his red pickup truck
before they took it away and turned it into a hole so that the water has somewhere to go when it floods because they keep taking our nature’s first line of defense, the trees
back when home was still home and i was too young to know things weren’t alright
this city, this government and all of its displacement
they killed him, i think about the life he coulda lived if they valued who we are
we are displaced people, removed from time
disregarded and tossed aside but still we keep
movin
my ancestors move through me
grandad i know you see me and i hope you found your place up in the big gyals sky
greetings and blessings
Forward forever movin forward
jupiter in cancer. intuition strong.
1..that pdf is such a resourceeeee ty for that
2.wild how much ctrl ushered in and allowed so many ppl to think about the world differently in 2017. truly a generation defining album
3.ur use of imagery is fireeeee! go dere!!